The Old King of Misery
was the hardest to tame
he swept up strange thoughts
and mixed them with fire
Like a key without a lock
he shimmered in the mind's eye
creating ghosts of himself
in every corner
His fall began slowly, in the belly
with the knowledge of a universal
seed, one that blossoms out of
compassion
Flowers grew to surpass those
apparitions, the roots spread,
and that rude fear was replaced
by an ancient strength
